Smart, talented people, out of touch with how capable they are.
Waiting for some fairy godmother to come along and make it okay for them to wear the coveted crystal slippers.
You know how it is. The boss you want to endorse you. The client you want to adulate you. The community you want to follow you.
Of course, that’s not what you show the world. Out there you put your best face forward and get on with things. But behind the mask, the theater make-up is cracking.
You come to me because you feel you should be more than you are. Confident, successful, happy. A mixture of all three. You want to stop feeling so fearful and anxious about things that other professional people seem to sail through.
Cinderella, you just don’t get that the crystal slippers were yours and yours alone in the beginning.
And, while you’re getting your head round that last line, here’s a little more story to share how the metamorphosis from ugly sister to Cinderella happens.
Feeling phony
In the beginning you use words to describe yourself that bring tears to my eyes.
“I’m pathetic,” you’ll say. Or, “I’m crap.”
“Any moment now and I’ll be discovered for the phony person that I am,” you say.
Like your years of study count for nothing. Like your hard work has never been translated into great job offers, promotions and client wins. Like there’s not a group of folks around who have only solid respect for you.
Indeed, you share your surprise for the nice things people say about you. It confuses you. Doesn’t make sense.
I offer back your paradoxical positions. That other people rate you. That you don’t rate yourself.
You start to get a little curious of the gap.
The Gap
You start to see that it’s such a painful place to live. And yet you know it so well. It has been a constant throughout your life.
Except now it’s killing you. You’re tired of it. The energy required to keep managing the difference between the outside and inside you is huge, and taking its toll.
You do a little reading around or even talk to some other folks. There are badges you can wear to explain why it’s okay for you to think like you’re an Ugly Sister when you’re really Cinderella.
Control freak is one with which you identify. Closely followed by Perfectionist. There are loads of them in the business world. At least identifying with them gives you a faint sense of belonging.
Dig further and you might find some psychologists telling you that you have an Inferiority Complex. That you live in a perpetual state of needing to prove to yourself and others how good you are.
They may even snigger and nod and tell you that most of the people in top jobs and in positions of power have this kind of thing going on. That it’s what drives them to set higher and higher expectations for themselves from which other people benefit.
I ask you if these labels really serve you; if they really help assuage the tension in your soul. If they help the Cinderella locked inside, tending to the fireplace, when she really wants to go to the ball.
You tell me, “Not really.”
How come?
But you do want to understand how come Cinderella got locked away in the first place. And, en route to unleashing her, we spend some time on the backstory.
Often there’s the tale of the bright child whose ability was so taken for granted that you were never able to cement it in the foundations of your own being. The parent who always went looking for the missing 2% of a 98% exam success. And how you learned from this never to see how phenomenal your achievements are, but to focus instead on your inevitable human errors.
Alternatively, I hear the one about the parent whose own need to be validated and endorsed was ahead of yours, leaving your hunger for positive mirroring unsatisfied. So, that you learned to seek, but not to expect or take in, validation from folks you interact with.
Poor Cinders
I feel sorry for your pain.
But we don’t dwell there. Ugly Sister thinking may have held you back in the past, but it doesn’t mean you’re destined to feel like the poor relation forever.
So I ask you what was missing from back then that you need to give yourself right now.
“Permission to be okay,” you say. “No matter what.”
“Permission to sparkle and shine?”
As I ask you that, I see you cringe. You don’t want to be big headed and pseudo-egotistical like some of the people you brush up against.
So, I now challenge you with the polarity of your options. “On the one hand, you feel you need to disown your strengths. On the other, you think you have to rub them in people’s faces. Isn’t there another way?”
You shall go to the ball
You’re silent. Thinking. Daring to touch the gift of who you are.
“I suppose there’s also my own way,” you say.
“Your own way?”
“Yeah, just allowing me to be myself.”
“Stepping into your own Cinderella slippers and rocking?”
You laugh. You’ve changed state and I can hear and see it.
I ask you how it feels to connect with your own way.
“Liberating,” you say. “Like I’ve just cast off the weight of the world.”
“That’s because you have,” I say.
This is no fairy tale
Thing is, this is not a fairy tale. It’s the kind of place people get to in daring to do deep change work on themselves. It’s the kind of work I love being party to. And I’ve seen it for real, in different formats of this, in my life and work this week.
So how about you? Do you have what it takes to step out of Ugly Sister thinking and into Cinderella’s shoes.
Or are you going to keep waiting for someone else to do it for you?
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Oh Christine you made tears tumble down my face with this beautiful tale; you could have been reading from my very soul. I am so happy to know there are people in the world who understand me and want to help me to be the Cinderella I am inside (and not the ugly sister I imagine).
Thank you.
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Oh, sweetie, I really get what you’re saying. And hope this post gives a little inspiration to help the Cinderella in you sparkle and shine.
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Echoing TinyBean ahead of me, truly beautiful Christine. Reading this reminded me of my time at your workshop last June – giving voice to the hidden down deep thoughts that I’d never said out loud before. I still remember the feeling of my heart threatening to burst out of my chest as I waited and tried to say it out loud.
What a difference nine months make!
And then there was the work I did with Ben the day we left the teenage Eleanor on the beach. Between the two of you I feel like I’ve travelled such a path these past few months.
Thanks so much for being here and for continuing to be here.
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Thanks so much for this, El.
You’ve been doing some amazing things these last months and it’s so fabulous that we are here for each other on this journey. It’s so easy to make like the carriage and the big dresses aren’t ours, and scurry back to our fireplace on the stroke of some imagined midnight. We just need to keep reminding ourselves that we own the glass slippers as a God given right.
What a brilliant post.Interestingly it’s not just Cinderella’s
Don’t know what the male equivalent is… Ugly duckling ?
Anyway, If I look back at the time since I was at ur workshop. It seems that many things have also changed in me (least of all moving countries) but as I was sharing last night, it’s really a case of shaping up and getting on with it. There is no point being stuck anymore. It’s hard sometimes when you are digging so deep to also dig yourself out of the wounded places that you discover. It seems clear now that the biggest help or light was the Love of my brilliant other half. That and a big reality check that if you don’t take the steps yourself, then you will be stuck in the dark places forever or perhaps just considerably longer and also risk losing a partner who can only wait so long.
Have a great weekend x
Good analogy, Mr Swan!!
And you’re right, Tim. Digging in the wounded places helps with understanding why you think you’re an Ugly Duckling to begin with. But change happens in the present. It is – in my opinion – only by using one’s understanding to make different decisions, and daring to behave differently day by day, that the old hard-wiring gets re-written.
Sounded from the other night that you were really using action to leverage you forward. Go for it, boy!
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Wonderful stuff, Christine. And it’s a powerful testament that your clients are here commenting from their hearts.
We are scared to change and we identify with our pain, become addicted to it. But when the pain of not allowing yourself be free becomes too great, something has to give.
And maybe that’s something some of us can do on our own but it seems to me having a guide is best.
A fairy godmother.
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“We are scared of change and we identify with our pain, become addicted to it.”
Well said, sir.
And fairy godmothers can be really valuable, of course. So long as they help you ignite the magic that’s present in your own soul, and don’t make like it’s all theirs.
I chuckled a lot while reading this post, and while playing with the ending questions some clearance revealed itself to me and I can give a little glimpse of the story from the other side. So you dared thinking that you might be the Cinderella and finally decided to try the shoes (it was a very big deal even this small task because of the doubts that magically the shoes are not going to fit anymore) and now you are taking small clumpsy steps around the chimney! And is not that hard as you think is going to be, is actually nice. And you realize that indeed it fits and finally the world unveils itself differently and you are feel part of it’s story. After such a long time of wearing the sloppy clothes and cleaning the chimney, the shiny shoes require their introduction into the world and many changes are needed to make it happen. They feel yours, but the picture around doesn’t really feel to concord. So, how do you make it happen? Having the shoes is not enough you need to bring them into the world! I figured that for the time being aint that important and I just wanna feel good in my shoes! And I’m sure the how and when is going to follow. Thank you for support and wonderful insights!
Hope you’re enjoying your weekend!
I loved these words, Bri:
Isn’t that just the most awesome feeling?
And, of course, you’re right. The world looks different in high heels and takes some adjusting to – you to it; it to you – but I’m glad that for now, you’re just enjoying wearing them.
Happy weekend to you too!
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Hello Christine,
Michael Martine was wonderful enough to post this to FB and boy am I glad he did! Such a heartwarming post that many, many of us can relate to. Thank you! I’ll be coming back for me of your greatness that’s for sure! Much kindness, Elena
P.S. – Love the shoes!
Hi Elena and thanks!
Happy to know that you found me via my Blog Wizard friend! And that you enjoyed the post. You’re welcome here any time!
And glad you loved the shoes. The picture took some searching – after all, it too had to fit!
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Lovely blog post Christine, really enjoyed it as ever. And so true that we don’t always accept the positive feedback as we should.
Thank you!
Thanks, Alison. Glad you enjoyed it.
It’s amazing how we so often hold positive feedback at arms length, isn’t it?!
Christine
I want to thank you for having written this – it resonates so much with me. Beautiful piece of writing.
Ailsa
Thanks, Ailsa. That means a lot to me.
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Christine, I have to agree with all the others here, a beautiful piece of writing. I was only surprised to see at the bottom of the post that the shoes were a photo credit! Would have thought they’d be from your collection!
Matthew
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Thanks so much, Matthew. I’m delighted you enjoyed it.
Sorry to disappoint you with the photo credit re the shoes. I wasn’t thinking – I should have taken a photograph of some of my own!